The Microwavables (TRAFFICPIN FANFIC)
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Last published Mon, Jul 13, 2026
(Title has nothing to do with the actual fic mostly, was a suggestion from someone in the discord bc i had no clue what to name this)
Hello hello welcome to my very own trafficpin fanfiction!! im guessing if you're reading this you know what trafficpin is, but incase you don't its basically pinterest's little corner of the life series fandom... this fic is NOT about the life series fandom, its about the members of trafficpin! Unfortunately i can't include every member of trafficpin theres like hundreds of us....... but yeah here's this!
I will probably also post a book of trafficpin oneshots which will have more people but this is the one with like actual plot..... yeah
MAIN CHARACTERS: Kiera, Aether, Bird, Aurie
SIDE CHARACTERS: ummmmm so so many ppl ummmm i cant list them all-
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